It happened that a man who had married a distant connection of the Greenfield family concluded to take his wife, children and servants to pass the summer there, dividing the time between the two houses. The manners, character and political proclivities of this visitor became so disagreeable to the old gentleman, they determined he should not repeat his visit, although they liked his wife. One day Mr. B. received a letter signed by this objectionable individual--it had really been written by Mr. R.--informing Mr. B. that, "as one of the children was sick, and the physician advised country air he would be there the following Thursday with his whole family to stay some months." "The impudent fellow!" exclaimed Mr. B. as soon as he read the letter. "He knows how R. and myself detest him! Still I am sorry for his wife. But I will not be dragooned and outgeneraled by that contemptible fellow. No! I will leave home to-day!" Going to the back door he called in a loud voice for his coachman, and ordered his carriage. "I am going" said he, "to Grove Hill for a week and from there to Lexington with my whole family, and don't know when I shall be at home again." "It is very inconvenient," said he to his wife, "but I must leave home." Hurrying up the carriage, and the family they were soon off on their unexpected trip. They stayed at Grove Hill, seven miles off, a week, during which time Mr. B. every morning mounted his horse and rode timidly around the outskirts of his own plantation, peeping over the hills at his house, but afraid to venture nearer, feeling assured it was occupied by the objectionable party. He would not even make enquiries of his negroes whom he met, as to the state and condition of things in his house. Concluding to pursue his journey to Lexington and half way there, he met a young nephew of Mr. R.'s, who happened to know all about the quiz, and immediately suspecting the reason of Mr. B.'s exile from home enquired where he was going, how long he had been from home, &c. Soon guessing the truth and thinking the "joke had been carried far enough," he told the old gentleman he need not travel any further for it was all a quiz of his uncle's, and there was no one at his house. Thereupon, Mr. B. greatly relieved, turned back and went his way home rejoicing, but "determined to pay R." he said, "for such a practical joke, which had exiled him from home and given him such trouble." This caused many a good laugh whenever it was told, throughout the neighborhood. The two estates of which I am writing, were well named--Greenfield, for the fields and meadows were of the freshest green, and with majestic hills around and the fine cattle and horses grazing upon them, formed a noble landscape. This land had descended in the same family since the Indian camp fires ceased to burn there, and the same forests were still untouched, where once stood the Indian's wigwams.